Father I want to know you more deeply I want you to fill my every pore with your love I lay down before you and
Depression is like a harsh blanket of snow Suffocating peace and joy from blooming Trapped in films cocktailed with fear. Panic flies above like the
As I walk down the path of endless concrete blocks My mind wonders to a time when it was just endless rolling hills Sweeping across
Wondering beast lurking around my head prawling ready to haunt me as the pressure becomes relentless. My head constricts vehemently than deconstricts. Temporary relief. Only
1 Corinthians 12.4-6 There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord.
One stupid decision and your life’s passage can alter radically. A split second, and suddenly you realize how brittle life can be. How life latches